Fire
Warm and glowing,
each flicker enchants the soul.
It dances with certain pride
almost displaying a
sense of vanity.
Each flame bewitches the mind,
ensnares the senses and glitters
like the daylight star.
Heat radiates from it like warm
skin against another’s creating
deeply felt vibes.
Fire is born from the elements of life.
It has the power of destruction
but it can also give life, aiding to
the birth of sprouting seeds found
deep within soil yet to be discovered.
It bares the image of danger
and unpredictability
then yet evolution and change is
controlled by destruction.
Fire is born and so were we.
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